Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah (5 page)

MICHAEL

I had to taste her—all of her. I carried her to my bedroom, wasting no time undressing her and laying her on my bed while I stripped myself quickly. My mouth went dry as I stared at the most breathtaking woman. “The things I am going to do to you,” I promised. I licked my lips as she bit hers. Her eyes explored my body and landed on my hard dick.

“Don’t look at me like that, baby. It’s been a long time, and you make me really hard.” I lay down on top of her and began my exploration, and she rewarded me with her moans. I kissed her lips gently, parting them and slipping my tongue inside. Our tongues collided and danced. Moving down her slender neck to the pulse that called to me. I nipped at her vein, causing her to moan out her needs. “I need you!”

“Only me. Say it, cara. Tell me it’s only me who makes you feel like this.”

“Only you.” Making me ecstatic with her words, I rewarded her for being a good girl. I reached her perfect breasts, taking her large nipple into my mouth while caressing its twin with equal enthusiasm. “Michael!”

“Yes baby, do you like it? You want more? Tell me what you want. It’s all yours. I’ll give you anything, cara mia,” I said before taking her lips forcefully again and sliding my hand in between us and a finger into her wet pussy. “Cara, you are so wet. Tell me it’s for me.”

She answered my demanding plea. “Michael, I want you so much. Give it to me, please,” Sarah moaned and rubbed my shoulders.

“I am thirsty, amore.” I kissed and licked my way down her pubic bone. I parted her thighs and slid my body between them. Pressing my lips to her swollen lower ones, I kissed them softly. She purred lightly and slid her hand into my hair, making me smile into her pussy. Her thighs squeeze around my head as she pushes her clenching cunt into my face, riding her orgasm.

Her moans, her taste, almost made me come. I tried to calm down and think of her like the other women of my past, but I couldn’t. She was different and special. Before she could come down from heaven, I rose up, spread her wide, lined up my cock with her heat, then thrusted into home. I was a large man, and I filled her completely. Sarah let out a painful groan. Damn it, I hurt her.

“Did I hurt you?” I hoped not. I didn’t want to stop, she felt incredible, and she was surprisingly tight. I forgot she hadn’t been with that jackass in months.

“No, I am fine. You’re just so big.” With that she smiled and pulled my head down for a passionate kiss that had me ready to come. Manly pride consumed me with her confession.

I started to move inside of her slowly. I was so close to coming that I had to take my time. I wanted her to come with me. I slowed our kisses and moved to kiss her neck. Sarah lifted and wrapped her legs around my thighs and squeezed. I couldn’t control my pace anymore, but I couldn’t feel her tightening, getting closer. I reached between us, pinched her clit and bit her breast, causing her to scream out my name as she came. “Michael!”

Sarah’s climax brought my own release. I emptied my seed into her. It felt so damn perfect. When we both came down, I rolled off her and onto my back, taking her with me and into my arms. I was in heaven. My heart was pounding in my ears. I didn’t think I’d ever get my fill of her. I smiled to myself, thankful I’d got her where I wanted her. My euphoria was interrupted by her cry.

“We didn’t use any protection!” she shouted and sat up quickly, near tears.

“I can’t believe I forgot. I have never forgotten. I am so sorry.” I was full of remorse, seeing her unshed tears. My guilt ran through me. I knew I didn’t have any protection in the house before I had her naked and in my bed…but she was mine, and I didn’t care if she got pregnant. In fact, the thought had me excited. If she was knocked up, then she couldn’t leave me when she learned that I’d been born a street rat.

“I’m clean. I promise, and if you’re pregnant, we will take care of this together,” I reassured her, pulling her into back into my arms, holding her tightly.

“Michael, I have been on the pill for the last few years. I’m clean, too, I got tested after Jason and I broke up.”

My hopes of tying her to me just flew out the window. Well, I’d shower her with gifts and orgasms so she’d stay once she knows the truth.

“Come.” I hopped off the bed and lifted her up to me, and gave her a peck on her pretty lips. “Let’s shower.”

SARAH

We walked to the bathroom after I snatched up the sheet and wrapped it around me. The bathroom was amazingly clean for a guy and looked like a woman’s dream come true. The shower was separate from the bath and enclosed with glass doors. Michael opened the shower door and turned on the water. Suddenly, all the sprayers came to life, coming from every direction. There was one on the ceiling that came down like a light waterfall. I was practically drooling. He turned to me and tossed the sheet I wore to cover up. I blushed immediately, like he just hadn’t seen, touched, and tasted all of my nakedness.

“Do you like it, Sarah?” Do I like it? Was he crazy? I wished my bathroom looked this good.

“Yes, it is a very nice and big bathroom and super clean,” I remarked with an arched brow. It was too clean for a man or my idea of the way a man cleans.

“Well, I like to keep the house nice and neat, but I do hire a service that comes once a week to help with the dusting and shit.” He blushed nervously and for some reason I was completely turned on by it.

“Come, Michael, before the water gets cold or do you have a huge…water heater.” I winked at him and entered the stall as though I was used to seducing men, not forgetting to give a little extra sway to my hips, and a lick of my lips.

“I got something huge, baby, and I will show you again, just in case you didn’t get a good feel for how big it is.” He came up behind me and started to grind his growing erection against the crease of my ass. I moaned because he had me ready all over again.

“Yes, I remember very well, but I could use a refresher,” I said with a smile before reaching for the soap. We started to wash ourselves in the shower then took turns to rub each other down with the soap. We both chose to do it without a washcloth, wanting to feel flesh on flesh. My breasts had never been so clean. He caressed them with sudsy hands for about five glorious minutes, causing my center to throb. He gave my pussy a deep cleaning as he used his fingers to penetrate my core.

I rode his fingers until I came. Gosh, I couldn’t believe how many times I came for him. It seemed so natural. I closed my eyes and absorbed the pleasure, then I was instantly lifted against the wall and dropped down on to his throbbing cock.

“Ah,” I cried out at the fullness. The water sprayed on to us from all directions as he pumped into me. With my heated body against the cool surface, it felt so wonderful. “Michael!” He was thrusting hard and fast like a man possessed. The more I cried out the harder he drove into me. Yet all I could do was call out for more, “Oh Michael, deeper, yes! Yes!” He took my lips roughly, pushing us both over the edge.

Catching our breath, we took our time planting soft kisses on wet skin. We had to rinse off in warm water. Oops, guess the water heater wasn’t that large. After drying off, I started brushing my hair with a woman’s pink brush and instantly wondered which one of his women’s brush this is. Fucking liar. I angrily pulled my hair into a ponytail and hurried into the bedroom to look for my dress and underwear.  I had to leave. He was an amazing lover, but he was a fucking lying bastard.

“I don’t have anything to wear to bed. I should go home.” Knowing he lied to me has made staying in that bed too painful.

“Hell no, you won’t. You can lay your sexy ass down naked or you can wear one of my shirts.” I couldn’t hide the pained expression on my face. “What is the matter? You were fine a moment ago, now you seem upset.” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled my ponytail to lift my face to his and demanded, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong. I was just using one of your lovers’ brushes that you said didn’t come here. Excuse me.” I tried move out of his hold and walk past him, but he wasn’t having any of that. A low rumble came from his throat as he took me in his arms and held me close.

“I told you the truth. I have never brought a woman here for sex until tonight. However, my mom stayed here before. She needed a brush and I didn’t have one, so I made sure I always have one for her visits. They don’t come often, but I like to be prepared.” His explanation soothed my ego and eased my mind.

He carried me back to the bed and said with a grin, “I think naked is much better.” He gave me a vulnerable but serious look. Taking a deep breath, he said, “You are the only woman to grace this bed.”

I look up at him as provocatively as I can. “Well then, come and join me.”

“With pleasure, cara,” he said before, pouncing on me and making love to me all night long. We cuddled and kissed until the first rays of morning started to climb in the sky. Then we passed out.

When I woke up, I was staring at the man who had done more than fuck me stupid last night, he messed with my heart. I was so embarrassed by my behavior last night and the feelings I was having. We made love at least three times during the night. I was mortified that I had sex with my boss when I promised myself I’d never be like those women. I was now the typical clichéd, ‘slutty assistant sleeping with her man whore boss.’ Great. He was probably used to one night stands, but I wasn’t. I grabbed my clothes and snuck out of the condo before he realized I was gone.

When I finally made it to my apartment, I felt like a total coward, but I couldn’t cope with the emotions he made me feel. I decided I couldn’t think straight without some coffee. While I was sipping my delicious brew, it dawned on me. I’d fallen in love with him and probably had been in love with him from the very beginning.

On the other hand, I had a feeling I was the typical woman that fell for Michael. He might have tried to claim me, but it was probably how he was with all his lovers. I thought about how he possessively held on to Bunny at the party. That damn party and Brandi, whatever the whore’s name was, I really didn’t give a fuck what her name was.  I hated that woman or any woman who had been with my Michael before me. He wasn’t my Michael. I was just his latest conquest. I needed to let that sink in so I could deal with the repercussions.

My phone started to ring, I knew who it was, but I didn’t want to answer it. No one called this early on a Sunday morning. It was barely eight am. I let it go to voicemail. After about two minutes, I couldn’t stop myself, I had to listen to the message: “Damn it, Sarah! You don’t have the decency to say goodbye. Call me or I am coming over!”

I called him back right away to prevent him from coming here and wouldn’t you know, he picked up on the first ring. “Sarah?”

“Michael, last night was a mistake. I am sorry but I can’t do this. I will finish working for you as your assistant until my aunt returns, but that’s it.” Then I hung up and turned off my phone, slamming it on the counter.

After the call to Michael, I jumped into the shower and cried my heart out. I was too scared to love a man like him. Instead of seeing where our relationship led, I pushed him away before he could do it to me. Before Michael and I met, I didn’t have strong emotions for any of the men in my past. There weren’t many, but I never cared that much for anyone of them. With him, my emotions ran the gamut and I knew it would crush me to be abandoned by him.

Wrapped up in my robe and a towel in my hair, I walked back into the kitchen to get another cup of coffee. The moment I stepped into the room, I saw Jason standing there. “Jason what are you doing here?” I yelled.

“Who were you expecting, your lover? No, you weren’t. What babe? Did you realize you missed me and maybe he wasn’t as good as me?” Oh lord, I was scared shitless right now. If I hadn’t already regretted leaving Michael this morning, I did now. I needed to remain calm and think. I looked to the knife block to make sure they’re all there.

He was pacing back and forth, looking psychotic. “I can’t believe you fucked him.” Pacing some more, he looked at me with a menacing glare; his chest heaving with rage. “I am trying not to be jealous that my woman let another man put his dick in her. Fuck, Sarah, I could fucking kill you. Do you know how easy it would be for me just to snap your neck? But I don’t want to. I think I can forgive you for your betrayal.”

Oh my, he was fucking crazy. I needed to calm his ass down so I could sneak out. I tried to play innocent with his ass. “What makes you think I am seeing my boss?”

“I am not stupid. You stopped sleeping with me when you met him. Have you been fucking him this whole time? I saw you leave his place this morning. I saw you two leave the club last night.”

Fear struck me that he had been following me, but when I paused to think about it I was pissed. “How dare you follow me!” His eyes narrowed. That outburst probably wasn’t the best move, yelling at a drunk and angry guy who already threatened to kill you.

“You came home with the same outfit. Did he kick you out already? You were a terrible lay, even your friend Stephanie sucks a cock better.”

I knew he’d been screwing someone, but I didn’t know it was my supposed friend of the last ten years until I caught them in bed together. I was surprised that I wasn’t upset as I should have been, but I am glad I didn’t get upset now. He wasn’t worth a tear. His look changed. The sweet Jason who tried to seduce me was back. “I still love you, come back to me. I promise I will stop fucking other women. I am sure he taught you something about fucking. That man is pictured with a lot of models and actresses. Why don’t you show me what he taught you?”

It was obvious he was still drunk. There was no reasoning with him, so I told him the truth. “Jason, you have to leave. I didn’t cheat on you with Michael. I am not coming back to you. Please leave.”

I pretended to open the door to show him the way out, but I was really planning to make a mad dash for it, towel or no towel. I was about to run when I saw Michael by his car. Before I could call out to him, Jason pulled me back into the house by my hair and slammed the door shut.